After trying to decide between a skirt and a saree, I choose to go with the skirt. It’s a white pleaded one, and is very short. It’s so short, in ...act, that if it blew up even a little bit in the back, someone would see my little ass cheeks. I pull on a hot pink tank-top and arrange my bra so that the cups are covered.. I liked it.I pull on a pair of white sandals and check myself out in the mirror one more time. I really, honestly could pass as a girl, there’s no doubt about it. The thought of. He covered them up again with the flimsy material after he attached the clamps. The chains were just long enough to reach her chest, and when she moved in even the least amount, the chains tugged at the clamps causing more pressure. Then he slowly slid her dress up over her hips, “ Bend your ass over and grab your ankles, and spread them wide now.” A smack on her ass and she did as she was told. Her nipples were inflamed hard from the pressure they were receiving and her ass now stung as well.. But then we are still married. She might not be there, but it is still the anniversary of the day we did get married. But of course, it's not the same because there is no one to share with.Anyway, when I finally returned to Warwick. Our home is dark and cold and so silent. I go in, drop my bag and sit. In the dark. Listening. Hoping I might hear her. But of course, there's nothing. Well, how could there be? There's just the buzz of the fridge motor and the central heating pipes clicking as they. Here this specimen of pure naked beauty is laying down looking up at me and I position my stomach in the middle of her legs. She puts her arms around my neck and I slowly move up to kiss her lips again as my cock head sits just outside her pussy lips. She moans and moves her hips up as my cock head has just crept inside her warm lips and I haven't even tried to enter, but I can feel her strain to get more of it inside. At that moment in one deep thrust I push it quickly and deep. She lets out a.